The romantic comedy about a former CIA hitman relies on weak chemistry between the lead actors and weaker jokes.
di Robert Abele The Los Angeles Times
Hoping for something swift and painless is one thing if you're the target of an assassination. It's a futile wish, though, when you're subjected to the death that is the Ashton Kutcher- Katherine Heigl vehicle "Killers."
Is it some monstrosity of awfulness, as its lack of advance screening suggested? No, that would imply at least a spark of some kind. This is just an empty summer hodgepodge of stale romantic comedy exchanges, witlessness and lackluster action.
It's a movie that starts in sun-kissed Nice, France, and segues to faceless American suburbs, to give you an idea of its metaphorical trajectory. [...]
di Robert Abele, articolo completo (2473 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The Los Angeles Times 5 giugno 2010
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